Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

He rumbled, "Aye. I could."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"S-So.. why don't you then?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moved and grabbed Sylas, pushing him hard against the wall and trapping him, "Like this?" He growled.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gasped hard and fought a shudder. "Y-Yeah like that..~!"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You like being treated like prey, little morsel?" He growled lowly, leaning closer to his face.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He shuddered a bit. "Th-That I do..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He hummed, "How about as an outlet for stress and frustration?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"S-Sure..~" he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Less convincing, but I'll take it." He huffed.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He laughed a bit. "H-How can I be more convincing..~?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Well, ye could not say 'sure'...~" He teased, "I could rip ye in half right now~ and all I get is sure~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"W-Well after I suggested you rip me in half, you go ahead and say 'hm maybe it's a good idea to rip you in half'~? Can't try and take all the credit, love..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He chuckled, "Humor me a little, I'm fuckin tense."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas smirked a bit and pressed back into the wall with a breathy gasp. "P-Please sir, I beg of ye, d-don't hurt me..!" He said, mimicking Ulric's native accent surprisingly well.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He noticed rather quickly that Ulric's muscles tensed and flexed harder at that, "Oh, don' warry, pet. I ain't gannae hart ye." Fuck, why was he hotter when his accent was thick like that?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas shuddered hard. "G-Good, Oi dinnae want any trouble.. O-Oi'm sure there must be some way Oi can help ye..?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Oh, aye. Ye def'nitely cahn." He growled and dropped him onto his feet, giving his signature wolfish grin, "Run."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gasped and tried to duck out from under Ulric, and began running to the other side of the house. Oh, this was both new and exciting.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Ulric caught up to him quickly, chasing him to the bedroom and near tackling him to the bed, doing something equally new and equally exciting; he began scenting him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas gasped and moaned lowly. "S-Sir ye seem to've lost y-yer senses~~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He growled lowly, "Maybe. But if ye minded, ye wouldda screamed by nao."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"W-Wuhl m-maybe Oi can scream fer ye..~" he said, his face flushed darkly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He growled lowly and started tugging roughly at his clothes, "Sounds good to me."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas trembled beneath his touch, his face flushed darkly. "Y-Ye seem a li'l less upset now..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Cuz I have quite th' distraction~" He rumbled.